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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.