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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Index 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.