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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Index,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.