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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.