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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.