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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Television,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.