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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.