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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.