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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.