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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.