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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.