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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Slits,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.