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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.