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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.