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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Slave,
Oblivians,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.