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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.