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 France and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.