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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.