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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Gories,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.