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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.