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 Botswana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.