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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
JFA,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.