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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.