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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.