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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.