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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.