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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.