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 Russia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Swans to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
UT,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.