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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
AZ,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.