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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.