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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 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 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.