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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.