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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
UT,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.