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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.