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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.