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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.