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 Niger 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.