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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.