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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.