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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.