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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.