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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.