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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.