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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.