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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.