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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.