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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Ludus,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.