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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.