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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Organ,
Visage,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.