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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.