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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.