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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.