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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.