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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.