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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.