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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.