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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Television,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.