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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All New Order 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.