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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.