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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.