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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
the Normal,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.