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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.