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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.