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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.