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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.