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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.