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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Ossler,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.