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 Argentina and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.