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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.