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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.