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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.