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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.