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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.