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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.