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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.