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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.