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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.