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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Index,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.