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 Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.