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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.