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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Association to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.