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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
MDC,
Urselle,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.