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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.