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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.