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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.