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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.