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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Monolake,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.