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 Mauritius 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
UT,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.