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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.