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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
the Association,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.