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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 ABBA 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Can,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.