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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.