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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.