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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Can to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.