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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.