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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.