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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.