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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.