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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.