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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.