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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.