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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.