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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.