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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T. Rex 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.