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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
X-102,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.