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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Technova,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.