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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Magma,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.