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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Smog,
The Monks,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.