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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.