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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.