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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.