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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.