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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.