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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.