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 Malta and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.