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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
PIL,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.