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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Main Source,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.