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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Can,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.