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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Television,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.