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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.