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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.