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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.