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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
the Association,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Visage,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.