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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.