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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.