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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.