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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.