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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Victims,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.