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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.