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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
ABC,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.