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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.