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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Can,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.