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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.