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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Mars,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.