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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.