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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
the Slits,
cv313,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.