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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.