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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.