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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.