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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.