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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.