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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.