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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.