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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.