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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.