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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Franke,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.