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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.