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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.