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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.