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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Fall to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.