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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
MDC,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.