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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.