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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Technova,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.