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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.