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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.