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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.