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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.