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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.