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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.