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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Wings,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.