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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.