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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.