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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.