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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.