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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
X-101,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.