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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.