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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.