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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.