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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.