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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.