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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Index,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.