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 Oman 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.