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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.