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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.