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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
DNA,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.