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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.