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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.