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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.