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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.