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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.