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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magma 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.