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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.