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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.