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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.