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 Glasgow.
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 Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.