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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.