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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Index,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.