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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.