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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.