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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Golliwogs to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.