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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.