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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Swans,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.