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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.