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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.