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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.