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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.