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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.