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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Index,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.