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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.