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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.