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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Excepter,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.