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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.