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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.