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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.