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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.