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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 London and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.