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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.