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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.