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 Botswana and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.