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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
MDC,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.