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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.