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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.