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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.