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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.