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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.