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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.