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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.