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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.