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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.