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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.