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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.