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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.