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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 dance 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.