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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.