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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.