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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.