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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Slits to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
cv313,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.