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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.