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 China and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Pole,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.