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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.