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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.