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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.