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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.