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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.