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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.