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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.