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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.