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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.