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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
June Days,
UT,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.