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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.