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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.