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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.