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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.