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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Darondo,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Erasure,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.