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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.