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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.