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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.