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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.