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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Lyres,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.