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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Wings,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Franke,
the Germs,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.