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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.