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 Guatemala 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
UT,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Index,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Swans,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.