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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Barrington Levy 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.