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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.