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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.