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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.