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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.