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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.