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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bizarre Inc. 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.