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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.