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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.