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 Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Nico,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.