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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.