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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.