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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.