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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.