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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.