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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.