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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.