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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.