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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.