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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.