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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.