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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.