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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.