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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Sparks,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Nico,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Can,
The Motions,
Magma,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.