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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.