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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.