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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.