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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.