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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez 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?
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.