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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.