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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.