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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.