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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.