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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.