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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.