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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.