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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.