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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.