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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.