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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.