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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.