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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.