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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bluetip,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.