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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.