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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.