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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.