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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.