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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
DNA,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.