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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.