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 China and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.