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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.