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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.