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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.