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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.