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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.