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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Rekid,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.