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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.