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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.