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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.