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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.