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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.