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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.