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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.