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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.