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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.