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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.