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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.