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 Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
UT,
New Order,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.