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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The Human League,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.