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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.