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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.