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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.