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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.