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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.