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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.