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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Model 500,
UT,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Magma,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.