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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.