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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.