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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Infiniti,
The Index,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.