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 Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 organ 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Can,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.