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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
UT,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.