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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Ludus,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.