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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.