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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.