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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.