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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.