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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Monks,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Television,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.