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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.