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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.