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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.