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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Magma,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.