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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Move to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.