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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.