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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.