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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.