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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.