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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.