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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.