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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.