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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Wire,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.