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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.