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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.