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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.