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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.