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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.