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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Can,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.