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 Thailand 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.