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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.