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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.