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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Can,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.