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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.