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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.