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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Jandek,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.