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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.