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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Can,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.