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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.