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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Can,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.