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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.