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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.