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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.