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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.