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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
June Days,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.