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 Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.