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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Skriet,
New Order,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.