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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.