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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.