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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.