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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.