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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.