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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.