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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
the Slits,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.