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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.