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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pulsallama 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.