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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.