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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 10cc to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.