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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.