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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.