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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.