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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.