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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.