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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.