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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.