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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.