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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.