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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.