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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.