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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.