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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.