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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.