Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.