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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.