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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
UT,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.