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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.