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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.