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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.