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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.