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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.