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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.