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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.