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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
MC5,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.