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 Syria 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.