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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.