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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.