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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.