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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Los Fastidios 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Index,
The Move,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.