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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.