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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.