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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Index,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
JFA,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.