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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.