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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.