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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.