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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.