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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.