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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.