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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.