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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
X-101,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.