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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.