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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.