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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.