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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.