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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Cluster,
New Order,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.