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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.