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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.