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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.