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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Monks to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.