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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.