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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
The Index,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.