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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.