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 Lithuania 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Scion,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.