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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.