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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.