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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.