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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.