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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.