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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.