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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.