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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.