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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.