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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Normal to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.