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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.