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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.