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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.