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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.