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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.