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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.