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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
John Cale,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.