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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.