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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.