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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.