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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Magazine,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.