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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Faust,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.