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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.