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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Scion to the rock 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.