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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Symarip,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.