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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.