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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.