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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
DNA,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.