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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.