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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.