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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.