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 Eritrea 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.