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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Faust,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.