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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.