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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.