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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.