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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.