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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Skarface,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.