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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
PIL,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.