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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Names,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.