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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sällskapet 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.