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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.