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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Scion,
Television,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Slave,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.