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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.