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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.