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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.