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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.