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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.