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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The Fall,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.