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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.