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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.