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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.