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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Slits,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.