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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Swans,
Quantec,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.