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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Wire,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.