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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.