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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 the Slits to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
UT,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Mars,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.