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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.