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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.