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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Faust,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.