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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.