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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Excepter,
UT,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.