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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.