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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.