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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
10cc,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.