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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.