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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.