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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.