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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
the Association,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.