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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mars,
Slave,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.