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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.